The rhythmic curve that your voice seems <br />to possess <br />Sends me into a spiral of passion, a victim of <br />its caress <br />This pattern of infatuation is like a blueprint <br />of all things fine in nature <br />Still, the octaves in your voices make it increasingly <br />impossible to imagine your creator <br /> <br />Because, (taking a leap of Faith) , I'd deduce that <br />Isis spit you from her womb <br />Only to capture me in a rapture of glee, trapped in <br />a place without a trace of any gloom <br /> <br />... O how I want to be trapped by you... <br /> <br />If my hypothesis was incorrect, please let me attempt <br />to make humble amends <br />Trends come and go, but my admiration for you is <br />steadfast; it never depends <br /> <br />On 'ifs' and 'buts' and 'maybes', those situations are <br />so trite <br />But the melodic mood and harmonious tone of the <br />words you speak always so sound right <br />In your throat I hear the Blessed tongue of the <br />angels that art on high <br />Thank time and space for the creation of you <br />i hope one day to explain to you why<br /><br />Gregory Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-voice-11/
